I checked a few things off my never-ending to-do list today, and delivered some materials for an upcoming program. It’s surprising how this simple act, driving to this familiar place, talking with my daughter who rode along with me, enjoying one of the best grilled cheese sandwiches we’ve ever had at an outdoor picnic table would feel so gloriously…normal.
This time spent driving was spent talking and connecting. She shared some of what she hopes for with friends, school, and the future. She helped me shop for an upcoming work project asked if she’d be able to help.
After our afternoon commitments, she got her first official makeup lesson. I watched her — this beautiful girl — and I was awestruck. At the way she is growing up and into herself right before my eyes, and the privilege it is to travel through this life with her.
This shot captures his cool exterior as he was prepping for his first full week at church camp. He’d been awake far too long the night before with nervous anticipation, and could hardly eat breakfast on the drive north. He pecs around the restaurant, then in the car vacillated between playing on his phone or sleeping – neither activity seeming to provide the right level of distraction or comfort.
On Saturday – we picked him up and I was too amazed to take a picture – he seemed older, more confident and had made several new friends. Sure – his belongings were haphazardly packed and I learned he thought he lost his toothbrush Monday night, so we still had some evidence of his 9-ness, but the change in his actions was fantastic!
He’s already ready to return! I pray for the wisdom and strength to be the mom he needs and to give him this same opportunity to be more independent at home.